Lonnie Donegan
dalszövegek/lyrics

Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor

Oh! me, oh! my, oh! you
Whatever shall I do?
Hallelujah
The question is peculiar
I'd give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or is it no?

Does your chewing gum lose its' flavor
On the bedpost overnight
If your mother says don't chew it
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it on your tonsils?
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its' flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

One night while granny slept
stuck gum around her bed
plastic rollers all that chewing
with out molars,

A prowler in the night.
got stuck on grans bed right.
ole granny leapt up in the air
shouted out
Tonight's the night!!

Does your chewing gum lose its sticky
on the bedpost over night.
does it go all hard upon the floor
and look a nasty site
can you bend it like a fish hook
just in case you get it right
Does your chewing gum lose its' flavor
On the bedpost overnight

Hey hey, Lonn
what, what you want.
hey listen
Is a Gold Tooth a Flash in the pan?
is a gold tooth, Will you play your bass.

well now hang on listen
what a you want now.
I want a know

If i crossed a turkey with a kangaroo would i stuff it from the outside?
I'll stuff you from the outside. PLAY THE BASS!!!!
Now Listen
oh he's back he's back.
Now look If Tutankhamun got sick would i call his mummie?
You better call your mummie if I hear any more of that rubbish.
Go On PLAY UP.

The convict out on bail
said put me back in jail
Grand de knocker
he must be off his rocker
then back in his old cell
the reason he did tell
his gum was stuck
above his bed
beneath false teeth as well

Does your chewing gum have
more use's then it says upon
the pack, can you stretch it out
much farther then the manner
from the rack can you lend it
to your brother and expect to
get it back.
Does your chewing gum lose
its flavor when your lips refuse
to smack

When on my hunnys moon in
our hotel room
it was heaaavvvveeenn we slept till past
eleven I found a waiter next to me
he was embarrassed as can be
he said I been stuck to your
bedpost since your early morning tea

Does your chewing gum lose its' flavor
On the bedpost overnight
If your mothers says don't chew it
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it on your tonsils?
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its' flavor
On the bedpooosst overrrnight?

Oonn thaaee beeeeddd pooosstt ooveerrrrniggghhttt?

Battle of New Orleans

Well, this here’s the story of the Battle of New Orleans,
which was fit between Yankees a coast and the English people,
in which the British came off rather ignominiously.

Well, in 1814, we took a little trip,
along with Colonel Packenham down the mighty Mississipp.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
and we fought the bloomin’ British in the town of New Orleans
Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin',
there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began a running,
on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we looked down the river till we see the British come,
there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring,
well, we stood beside our cotton bales and never said a thing.
Well, we looked down the river till we see the British come,
and there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring,
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Well, Packenham said we could take ‘em by surprise,
if we didn't fire a musket till we looked `em in the eyes.
Well, we stood quite still till we see their face well,
then we opened up our muskets and we really gave ‘em well.
Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin',
there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began a running,
on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
and they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch ‘em,
all down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, we fired our muskets so the barrels melted down,
then grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
Well, we stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind,
so when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind.
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

My Old Man's A Dustman

Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust.

Some people make a fortune,
Others earn a mint;
My old man don't earn much:
In fact he's flipping skint.

Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.

Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the steps.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.

Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, Les.
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin.
Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
Lonnie: He had a policeman with him.

Though my old man's a dustman,
He's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently
Though he's eighty-six years old.
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad,
You're getting past your prime";
He said "Well, when you get to my age
It helps to pass the time."

Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies.
Les: Well throw 'em away then! Sheesh!
Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them.

Now one day whilst in a hurry,
He missed a lady's bin:
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him.
"What game do you think you're playing?"
She cried right from the 'eart,
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"

Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools.
Les: How do you know it's full?
Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside.

He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked like miserable,
But I suppose he should.
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail,
It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from his tail."

Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin:
It might be my old dad.

Talking Guitar Blues

If you wanna get in trouble let me tell you how to do it
Get yourself a guitar and then you're right into it
You play all day and you play all night
People say you'll never learn to play the thing right
Always messing about, groaning at you
Moaning, won't let you practise

So I bought meself a guitar about a year ago
The man said I could learn it in a week or so
Gave me a little book, pick or two
Said, "Here y'are mate, it's up to you"
Dirty rotter, cost me ten nicker, all the loot I had
Good guitar, though, called it a pluckit

Anyway, spent me dough
And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you know
So I took the book, guitar and all
And I went back home where the trees are tall
Down in Woodford, good place to be if you've got a guitar
Pretty rotten if you ain't

Well, for weeks and weeks I worked hard
And I tried to learn a few main chords
The book says they're easy as ABC
Cor, my fingers is killing me, got sore on the ends
Couldn't hold the strings down
Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt rough

Anyway, kept on playing with all me might
I could see Mum's hair was turning white
And her face was lined with discontent
She said her patience was pretty near spent
She was nervous, ears ringing, wanted to scream
You know, couldn't get no relief

So sister, anyway, she took it worst of all
'Cause she got married the following fall
She said "For love" but I got me doubts
I think the guitar chased her out
She's a game girl, though
Just couldn't take it, you know, limit to everything

Dad, he took it a different way
He said, you can turn your Mum's hair grey
Drive your sister away from home
But you or me boy's gonna start to roam
And I ain't going, never intend to
You figure it out, so I did, fast, you know

Anyway, next day had me clothes all packed
And I slung me guitar across me back
Caught meself a great long train
Searched the world for me share of fame
Ain't found none, just hardships, messing about
Skiffle, Tommy Steele

Rock Island Line

Now, this here's the story about the Rock Island line
Now, the Rock Island line is a railroad line
And it runs down into New Orleasn
And just outside of New Orleans is a big toll gate
And all the trains that go through the toll gate
Why, they gotta pay the man some money
Less of course, they got certain things on board
Then they okay, then they don't ever have to pay the man nothin'
And right now, we see a train
She's comin' on down the line
And when she got up here to the toll gate
The-a depot, he shout down to the driver
He want to know what he got on board
So he say a
What you got on board there, boy
And the driver, he sing right on back
Down to the depot agent
Tell him what he got on board
The got a way of singing
I got sheep, I got cows
I got horses, I got pigs
I got all livestock
I got all livestock
I got all livestock
And the man say, well, he say
Your alright there, boy
You don't have to pay me nothin'
Just get 'em on through
So the train go through the toll gate
And as it go through
It got up a little bit of steam
And a, a little bit of speed
And when he sees me
On the other side of the toll gate
They, the driver shout back
Down the line to the man
'Course you don't hear what he say now
But home down the Rock Island line
I fooled you, I fooled you
I got pig iron, I got pig iron
I got all pig iron
He said, tell you where I'm goin', boy
Goin' down the Rock Island line, yes, yes
She's a mighty good road
Oh well, the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
Rock Island line is the road to ride
Ya, the Rock Island line
Is a mighty good road
And if you want to ride
You gotta ride it
Like you find it
Get your ticket at the station
On the Rock Island line
Well, I may be right
I may be wrong
I know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Ya,the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
Rock Island line is the road to ride
Ya, the Rock Island line
she's a mighty good road
And if you want to ride
You gotta ride it
Like you find it
Get your ticket at the station
On the Rock Island line
A B C, W X Y Z
Cat's in the cupboard
But he don't see me
Now, the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
Rock Island line is the road to ride
Ya, the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
And if you want to ride
You gotta ride it
Like you find it
Get your ticket at the station
On the Rock Island line
Hallaluah, I'm safe from sin
The good Lord's comin'
For to see me again
Keep it goin'
And the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
Rock Island line is the road to ride
Ya, the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
And if you want to ride
You gotta ride it
Like you find it
Get your ticket at the station
On the Rock Island line
The Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
Rock Island line is the road to ride
Ya, the Rock Island line
She's a mighty good road
And if you want to ride
You gotta ride it
Like you find it
Get your ticket at the station
On the Rock Island line

Lost John

Lost John standing by the railroad track
Waiting for the freight train to come back
Freight train come and it didn't stop
Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top

Long, long lost John
Long, long lost John

Lost John came to
The country from the South
Sat there as quiet
As quiet as a mouse

Lost John said, be my friend
Be my friend until the end
Long, long lost John
Long, long John

Woman say don't have no fear
I'm going to the corner to get some beer
Lost John say, don't buy no beer
Sheriff 's on my trail and he'll soon be here

Long, long lost John
Long, long lost John

If anyone asks you
Who taught you this song
Just say Lonnie Donegan
Has been and gone

Long, long lost John
Long, long lost John

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